The Hands that Held Exploding Suns

I know this much is true
Once I was blind and now I can see

Zenith of the few splitting atoms in their dreams
Nadir of the masses in eternal return

Dying is an art
We do it exceptionally well
Do you feel that calm?
As the moths disappear into the black

We are the hands that held exploding suns
(We are)
(We are)

And this ash
That falls like rain
Should be sobering
We mainline math and Sun
Soon we’ll come undone
And all we’ll taste is sick and heat

Après moi, le déluge

Eyes
Squint up at the supergloss sky
Heaven is dead

The burnt sienna Sun glow swallows time
As we become reflections in the cloud roll

Glowing white as if cut from the Moon, we did this
Me and you
So they can score the shrieking of angels and keep us looking
For the source of the ache

And that ash
That falls like rain
Should be sobering
We mainlined math and Sun
Soon we’ll come undone
Now all we taste is sick and heat

We speak with
Annihilation on every breath
We speak with annihilation on every breath
Annihilation on every breath
We speak with annihilation on every breath
Annihilation on every